I lie still, quiet serene, Wake with a lurch, fierce 'n mean. Walls go up to keep me at bay, I care not & come anyway. I, possessed of unknowable depths, Toy with my prey before their deaths. Unconcerned by what I might smash, I eat what I like, and spit up the trash. Image … Continue reading The Ocean is a Housecat
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Red Giant
I don't remember becoming But at some point I must have At first I was ecstatic To be, to exist Though I know not why. Immediately I saw the rest of you Shining out the same joy And I know you saw me You see me now Though I know not your names. Do I … Continue reading Red Giant